Lucky 13

The same blood I suppose Breaking jars I'm no good As the prodigal son And I know That you're mesmerized You had a vision, made these laws and sanitized, are we above desires I miss him so You are so fucked It has begun Revolution crawls All over you I was asleep You light up this sky And scrape out your skull Your lovely face Will never be claimed thrice It was so unlikely doom Upon my wrists I bear the cross My losses mount as I climb across the hole of my own soul I'll claim my prize I don't exist I am divine A ghost with eyes